I, for one, can't wait until Dobbs is the DHS head and we all have to have flag pin smart-tags embedded in our foreheads while we hunt immigrants in tanks. Or when Glenn Beck starts alternately sobbing and screaming at Mahmoud Ahmadinejad in his new role as Secretary of State.
The golden light of a Massachusetts autumn shone through the double-paned glass of Lady Nooningtonshire's penthouse hotel room. A lipstick-stained Pall Mall smoldered in a crystal ash tray, threading the room with its hazy tendrils.
Lady Noonington looked up from her Chivas and Cherry Mountain Dew. The clock on top of the TV playing C-Span and "Ni Hao, Kai Lan" in picture-in-picture read 2:45. Only 15 minutes until class. No time to write a plebeian "syllabus." She would have a few Percocet, and simply be Noonan. So it goes.
Did she almost cut her hair?
Did it happen just the other day?
Was it getting kind of long?
Could she have said it was in the way?
But she didn't, and she wonders why...
@Novaload: my former psychologist once told me this song embodies me. I know I shouldn't mention it, but his name was Dick Buttes. I always told him he should go by Richard. My father would say, "At least it wasn't Buttes Dicks."
@LeeroySpitzer: Don't tell anybody, but I still sing this song to myself. Perfect song, perfectly song.
Must be because I had the flu for Christmas.
And I'm not feeling up to par.
I had a Psych professor who did nothing but pick his nose during office hours. Now I think it was really a brilliant ploy to keep those student ramblings short. Amazing, how quickly you run out of things to say when you're sitting across from an enthusiastic nose-picker. I kinda hated myself for not telling him off about that.
I feel like I owe it to someone.
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Lady Noonington looked up from her Chivas and Cherry Mountain Dew. The clock on top of the TV playing C-Span and "Ni Hao, Kai Lan" in picture-in-picture read 2:45. Only 15 minutes until class. No time to write a plebeian "syllabus." She would have a few Percocet, and simply be Noonan. So it goes.
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Did it happen just the other day?
Was it getting kind of long?
Could she have said it was in the way?
But she didn't, and she wonders why...
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Must be because I had the flu for Christmas.
And I'm not feeling up to par.
I had a Psych professor who did nothing but pick his nose during office hours. Now I think it was really a brilliant ploy to keep those student ramblings short. Amazing, how quickly you run out of things to say when you're sitting across from an enthusiastic nose-picker. I kinda hated myself for not telling him off about that.
I feel like I owe it to someone.
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She could give Famous Amos a run for his money in the gourmet cookie market, if she printed one of her pearls of wisdom on the back of each bag.
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